When I was young

I sold my soul to the devil.

I asked to become an Atlas.

Now I wait...         wondering
Did the clandestine transaction work?
Or has all my suffering been in vain?
Have I managed to reduce the pain?
Should I have repent first?
I was filled with hate... blundering

and filled with passion.

Now in sorrow I must revel

Left to question what I have done.

Little Deal… by Jessie 7/05

Little boy, wipe your tears men aren’t supposed to cry

Little girl, feeling fat, ***** till you die

Little boy, drink some more, until the pain is gone

Little girl, pop a pill, nothing will seem wrong

Little boy, take a leap and feel the rope pull tight

Little girl, walk the streets, tonight may be the night

Little boy cut your wrists then close your eyes and sleep

Little girl, hold it in and never make a peep

Little boy, take the gun and put it to your head

Little girl, jump in the pool then breath until your dead

Little boy, little girl, what message will you hear?

Sell your soul to me, there’s nothing you should fear

My soul, I give
With it, you leave
My body, lay dead
Others got sad
You were satisfied
Problem rectified
In the other world
We were called
For I had powers
to heal
And with that
sealed our deal...

©sim

These scars.
They will not heal.
They stand as a memento,
from a time long past.

If I ever meet a new person,
they would observe these marks,
and realize how insane I am.

They will run away from me,
they all do.
They all do.

I can't deal with the scars.
I can't deal with myself.
I can't deal with the future,
just like I couldn't deal with the past.

These wounds will stay,
even if I change,
so what's the use in sticking around,
and being reminded of them?

You don't have to deal with this
Get over him
Take a chance with someone who actually cares
Someone that has lost sleep already worried about your well-being.

A poem a day
A poem away
From driving my tears away.

A poem someday
A poem a way
To make up colors from grey.

A poem sometimes
A poem that rhymes
The look of a man counting his dimes,

                 That look from me
                 That look of him
                 Figuring out what's grimm

A poem in time
A poem at night
An ode to freedom out of fright.

A poem to scorch
A poem to heal
To change the world or know what's real.

Although, what's your deal?

imagine this
there's always the
kiss

right before the end
they have to tie you in
finish the deal

To show they were more than friends
I guess that's always been the trend
To see the happily ever after begin